i saw a dead man in the street today. my street. man, what…

i saw a dead man in the street today. my street. man, what a day. when the paramedics showed up, they wouldnt tell us much...but they were assuming he was dropped off on our street already unconscious. this sobered up my day really fast. i used to romanticize death when i was a child--how i would pine away waiting for my long lost love, or i would save someone in action or i would go off to some third world country and die for a cause. i dont know. but as i was standing out there with my landlord under the sun, i thought about the reality of death. how ugly and terrible it is. i thought about the way people can die. i thought about the fact that every person, every homeless person, every harvard graduate, every child, every adult, every family member, every friend does eventually die. why do we spend most of our lives avoiding it. get uncomfortable talking of those who have died. ignore the fact that death is part of living. death can do so much in the way we live. today, as i watched them rip off his clothes, slice off every inch of clothing, revealing all of his parts, i was reminded of the nakedness of our personal lives. there is nothing appealing about our nakedness, only vulnerability, shame, and hopelessness.
our common humanity calls out for spiritual clothing that can cover all of our shame. his name is jesus.